After I left my wife, I went to work on a mutual friends farm, I was trying to clear my head, not only from 16 years worth of a bad relationship, but also from the effect of the psych med Seroquel that had landed me in the hospital on suicide watch. It took my wife two days to figure out where I was, by my own fuck up in saying go ahead and tell her I am here, I still don’t want to talk to her though. I continued about my merry way for another few days before I had three assault rifles aimed at the back of my head and a shot gun, courtesy of Roane County Sheriffs Department. I had Homeland Security, FBI, and even a home confinement van involved in my arrest, that I accepted with no fight. I will first tell you how this happened. Upon learning of my whereabouts, my wife went to the Kanawha County court house to level a mental hygiene warrant on me, even though she knew that I was staying with a mutual friend. Because it was no use to do so where I was not in the county that it would be issued, she then decided to make it a DVP (Domestic Violence Petition) and added a shit ton of posts from my Facebook, most of which were just random thought’s, jokes, and such and a few moments of reflection from the time I was having. When that DVP got into the hands of Roane County Sheriffs department, ONE ( Hell 1/2 sentence got taken out of context of the overall point that was being made.) The result was a warrant for my arrest, carried out on AUGUST 29th, 2013. The following is that post.
August 25th, 2013
Keep being scared to death over spiders, snakes, rats, death, heights. The only thing that truly terrifies me, is what would become of me the day the wrong Wolf gets fed for the last time, because it’s a beast that understands that a sadness, a doubt, a truth, or a fear can be twisted in a persons heart as effectively as any blade, and the ripples from that twist while slow burning, can be spread just as far as a tactic as common and cheap as a 5 cent romance novel in a thrift shop, that is grabbing a gun and clearing a class room. and would leave me alive and free to continue my work. What you never knew was that every good thing I have ever done, from simple to grand was done to keep that beast that everyone on here has got a taste of recently at bay, or what that struggle has cost me just to keep believing that the good is worth it. I’m not going religious here but someone out there likes every one enough to let Karma show me why I should not be that beast every time it gets on a roll. Here’s hoping my fresh start can keep that bitch caged for good this time.
Take a wild guess which half sentence got my ass locked up. After my bond release on September 6th, 2013. I had everyone telling me to just sit on it all, but at this point I was just fed up with everything. All I wanted was my freedom from a marriage that didn’t work and to be left alone. Instead what I got for being the person who normally kept to themselves and even had a history of doing volunteer work at a local community theater, and other things such as fundraisers for the hospitals in the area, was eight days in 22 hour lock down, only to find out that FOX NEWS, having got wind of my arrest, put my ass on blast Nationwide as a Terrorist. The following was my response to this issue.
September 10th, 2013
I want to apologize first off, to everyone, I know you care, and you want what is best for me, but I am not the kind of person who can sit on their hands and do nothing, I love you, but you don’t have the same thing at stake as I do, and I need you to understand that. I wrote a post, that described essentially how words can be as damaging as any physical weapon, and how I did not want to be the kind of person who would do that damage, not on purpose. Little did I know when I wrote that post that I would become the center piece of a fiasco that beautifully illustrated the very meaning of it. This is my statement against the press, because there is a huge difference between telling people what they deserve to know, and telling them only what you want them to know. And two weeks ago, I had my face, my name, my life put on display nationwide, which I would not have a problem with, if they had bothered using the source of my statements in it’s entirety and not just the cliff notes written by an officer to justify getting a warrant signed for my arrest. This discrepancy is made worse for me because it has been the only side that any one who would be selected as a member of a jury knows, about me. Two weeks and no one in the press has bothered trying to find that post in it’s entirety to let me be judged in the peoples eyes by that, and not just the half sentences they already know. I can’t let that stand, there is a bigger picture here, one that makes the difference, when we tell people that in this great country a person is innocent until proven otherwise. Proven is not the same thing as being coerced into believing something. It is bad enough that every case like mine that is forged through a misunderstanding helps destroy a little piece of the integrity of our attempts to keep the peace and protect our people, and it leaves the door open, for it to happen to other innocent “Americans.” This is all I will say, I want no interviews, I will not discuss my case any further then what I have just stated, and I will not disparage the men who were doing there jobs when I was arrested. All I ask is for an equal opportunity to let the whole statement be known.
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